Eileen longed for those words, and their presence only made her more certain that she was dreaming. In the dream, she reached out her hand to Cesare.
He embraced her willingly, and with a deep and sincere longing, Eileen asked:
Will I be able to see you again tomorrow?
It was a question she would never ask Cesare in real life, something she didn't dare utter, but in the dream, she said it softly.
I also want to see you tomorrow…
A large hand tenderly stroked Eileen's head and cheeks. She pressed her face against that hand, savoring the comforting sensation. His response, however, seemed somewhat disconnected from her intense longing.
"I'll do anything you want. " Her voice, sweet and affectionate, contrasted with the smell of blood that lingered around her. "Anything."
With her whispered promise, Eileen was gently led into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Eileen woke up suddenly. Although her memory was hazy, she felt she had experienced something profoundly pleasant. Upon waking, a pang of regret washed over her, as if she had lost something precious.
It was still dark behind her closed eyelids. As she tried to fall back asleep, an unusual sound began to invade her senses. A damp, viscous noise, accompanied by a groan of discomfort.
As she became aware of the strange sensation, she sensed an alien presence beneath her. Something long and rigid was slowly probing her insides. The strange mixture of pleasure and pain left her head spinning. A disoriented thought raced through her mind.
'Looking back, I did sleep without underwear.'
Without the protection of underwear, her sensitive skin was more vulnerable to stimulation. The slight burning sensation she felt when the fabric touched her swollen area led her to sleep without it last night.
As if punishing her for not even wearing underwear, something firm gently rubbed against her insides. Reflexively, Eileen contracted the muscles in that area. Her already moist mucous membranes squeezed the intruder with all their might.
However, the gentle intrusion caused no harm whatsoever. The intruder continued unimpeded, slowly caressing her interior. The meticulous sensation of exploring her inner walls made Eileen shudder, and she opened her eyes wide.
Ugh…
A groan escaped her lips. Panicked, Eileen hurried to brace herself and looked down, only to be met with an unbelievable sight. Her breath caught in her throat as she screamed his name in a desperate cry.
— C-Cesare!
Cesare lay between her wide-open legs. He was applying an ointment to her vagina with his index and middle fingers.
Looking into her crimson eyes and then at her vulva, she saw it covered in a thick, milky-white ointment. The sight of the sticky substance spread over her reddened, sensitive skin evoked strange thoughts.
Eileen's face flushed bright red instantly. While she was unsure what to do, Cesare continued to move his hands with composure. He narrowed his eyes slightly and questioned her with a penetrating gaze.
It seems you've grown up and become a liar.
His fingers, covered in ointment, penetrated deep inside her.
— You said you were fine, but you're completely swollen.
Ugh!
The deep intrusion made her fine hairs stand on end. Her body involuntarily released a jet of fluid. Despite having been intimately occupied on her wedding night, she was still dripping with moisture, as if she were not satisfied. Her embarrassed reaction made her face flush even more. Eileen hastily apologized to Cesare.
— I'm sorry, I was so embarrassed and ashamed.
Still, she hadn't done anything about it. After taking the medicine she'd brought from the lab and going to bed early, she felt much better when she woke up.
However, the swelling remained unchanged, suggesting to Cesare that she might have neglected the injury. Noticing Eileen's regretful expression, Cesare spoke in a low, stern tone.
Don't hide your pain. Understand?
- Yes…
Eileen's face took on a sad expression. Although she had felt relieved to have gone through it without applying the ointment, Cesare had never intended to ignore the problem from the start.
Noticing that she wasn't wearing underwear, he spread the legs of the sleeping Eileen and finally examined her. As soon as he confirmed that she was swollen, he must have applied the ointment he had prepared beforehand.
Cesare carefully explored the inner walls, checking for specific areas where Eileen felt pain. His fingers, moving slowly and feeling around, made her body tremble involuntarily.
In truth, the pleasure outweighed the pain. It had been only a short time since Cesare had completely tormented her, and her skin, still marked by their first night, responded with heightened sensitivity to his touch.
The man was attentive and careful in his treatment, but seemed reluctant to face the experience alone. Eileen continually tried to suppress the rising pleasure. She hurriedly looked away and gripped the pillow tightly, her knuckles turning white.
However, the strange sensation inside her gradually awakened her senses. There was no way to contain the pleasure that slowly rose in her vagina.
Squeeze
The wet sound filled the silent room. Eileen twisted her hips each time his fingers moved inside her. Despite her efforts to endure it, she was unsuccessful. On the contrary, she wished Cesare would move his fingers a little more forcefully.
— Aaah, ah…
Before she knew it, her legs were wide open. She even lifted her hips slightly to make it easier for his fingers to move, but Eileen didn't realize her own state. She just breathed heavily, overwhelmed by the warm pleasure.
Just when she desperately wanted him to move more vigorously, Cesare withdrew his fingers.
— Hmm…!
Eileen let out a frustrated moan and tightened her vagina. The moist membrane tried to grasp the fingers that were emerging, but it was in vain, just as when he entered.
With a blank stare, she gazed at Cesare, who was wiping his hands with a towel. The layers of pleasure had left her inner walls throbbing, and her empty vagina contracted uncontrollably.
Cesare's somewhat stern voice made her feel even more discouraged.
No, Eileen. You're hurt.
His cold reaction triggered a pang of sadness within her. Unable to speak and only able to groan, she noticed a slight smile forming on Cesare's face as he watched her.
Are you in a lot of pain?
Normally, she would have insisted she was fine, but her current state left her unable to think clearly. Her lips moved first, betraying her true feelings.
It hurts…
The memory of their first night resurfaced. She knew that if she spoke honestly and made a request, he would grant it. However, despite gazing at him with the same sincere eyes as before, Cesare did not touch her again. He remained visibly aroused.
— It's a punishment, Eileen.
Instead of penetrating her with his fingers or his penis, he kissed her gently and whispered.
The punishment for not honestly saying you're in pain.
In the end, Eileen spent the painful day with an absurd lust for the pleasure that had been denied her.
Senon stared at the starry sky with bewildered eyes, his voice thick with emotion as he shouted:
Finally… it’s over…!
He closed his eyes tightly for a moment before opening them again and turning to the side. There, Lotan was silently taking out a cigarette.
The two men took a moment to rest, sharing a cigarette in silence. Lotan patted Senon on the shoulder after exhaling the smoke.
You did well.
Yeah, I really did well.
Senon's face radiated pride as he let out a deep sigh. The task had been incredibly tough and demanding, but it hadn't really been difficult. It had all been for Eileen.
With a slight smile, Senon rubbed his nose with the back of his hand and murmured:
But I feel a little strange.
Lotan arched one of his thick eyebrows and asked simply:
- Why?
Eileen has become an adult, married and all that… I always felt she would forever be a child in my heart.
Senon had watched Eileen transform from a doll-like little girl into the woman who was now an Archduchess. It was hard to believe she had come so far. Lost in nostalgia, Senon recalled the first time he met Eileen.
The little girl fluttered like a delicate bird in a field of lilies before suddenly leaping into Cesare's arms. The ten-year-old, who burst into tears, was undeniably beautiful.
But at that time, Senon harbored a strong dislike for Eileen.
To be continued…